For Which I Am Thankful

~~~ Whether we see a glass half full or half empty is said to determine in part our outlook on life. Seeing the glass half empty means you lean more toward looking at life’s situation with a pessimistic frame of mind. However, seeing the glass half full means you have a more optimistic look out […]

Racism

~~~ During the early 1970’s, approximately at the age of 4 while standing at the bus stop with my mom during a blustery Chicago winter day, I made a new friend. When you are 4 years old it is easy to make friends. My new friend had wispy blond hair and big round blue eyes […]

It’s Only A Dream…

~~~ When I was a small child old, I had a recurring dream. The dream could have been considered a nightmare, however, early on my mom helped to squash my fear and anxiety. My dream involved a witch wearing all black with the typical pointy black hat; she lived in a big black kettle that […]

To My Parents With Love

~~~ From various people in my personal life as well as in books and television, I have heard the comment better to have loved once than not at all. I agree with this sentiment but what I think should be added is loving well. In the dictionary love is a noun defined as “an intense […]

Georgia On My Mind

~~~ “There’s Ma’s house!” My older sister, Althea, and I would scream in excitement as we approached my great-grandmother’s, Julia Dallas-Austin’s, house, 2247 Redwine Ave., College Park, Ga. I could always spot “Ma’s” petite frame sitting on her enclosed front porch, spitting tobacco, and overseeing everything. Ma looked like an Indian Princess: Flawless brown skin, […]

My Love Foundation

~~~ As I indicated in the earlier post ‘To My Parents With Love” my foundation for loving myself and others came from my formative years. Moreover, my parents not only taught me how to have strong love but they welcomed my hubsand from the beginning with open loving arms. There are others that helped form […]

Left For Dead

~~~ This is not exactly a feel-good story. A little over five years ago in 2005, on my 39th birthday, my boyfriend John, was brutally murdered by my ex-boyfriend in my own home. The reason why I’m able to tell you any of this? My ex-boyfriend thought he had murdered me too. He definitely ended […]